Nor froth’d in vanity: his Sabbath earn’d
He look’d to spend in meditative rest:
So laying chisel by, he took a pen
To tell his story to his countrymen,
And prove (he did it) that the flower of all,
Rarest to attain, is in the power of all.
LAWRENCE
Yet nought he ever made, that I have learn’d,
In wood or stone deserved, nay not his best,
The Greek or Tuscan name for beautiful.